Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back
Lunacy's back with his pony
and trap and his big mouth
He's asked through the years
with his tears and his fears in a hen house
Hung on a star his cigar
is suspended from his lips
His coat is a moat and his bread
is the lead that keeps him there
Bizarre is killed in a drawer
in the deep sheets of his bed
His head is the hat reaches up
from the mat made of yeti
His drinks are all laced with
the liquid dye traces of his love
Lunacy hid in the skin of a gasoline rainbow
Is where he was claimed as
a trainee explainer of madness
He melted a picture of sane peoples bubbles
When that sunny eyed lightning
explaining their troubles
The business world's puddles
reflecting their true Venusian doubles
Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back Loony
Lunacy's back